Fic Title: Masquerade
Author's Name: Lostiawen
Series: Sleeping It Off
Email: changeling@planetx.org
website: http://www.planetx.org/~changeling
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: VM/OB (VM/SB implied)

Genre: RPS
Archive: Mirrormere, CIB, Lirimaer, Aniron, More Than Mates.  
All others please ask.

Summary: Orli pays a visit to New Zealand for the Two Towers
pick-ups and for a smutty weekend romp, but things don't
quite go as planned.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction, none of
this really happened.  The author is not associated
with or is implying anything about the sexual
preferences or the lives of the people depicted within.

Overall warnings: cross-dressing, heavy kink.  Specifics
posted per chapter.

Warnings this chapter: sap, fluff.

Author's notes : Finally, the next installment
in the "Sleeping It Off" universe!  

Many thanks to Elizabeth for pointing out who
was present in NZ (which I forgot about during
my first draft.)  *mwah* babe!

Posted Nov. 15, 2003

*****

"We will be landing soon," the pilot's voice said over the speaker.

Orlando tried to avoid squirming.  The flight to New Zealand from 
Australia was only a few hours, but he wanted to be out of the 
plane as soon as possible.  After far too many months apart, he 
*had* to see Viggo as soon as possible.

He shifted a bit, unused to the feel of his tight jeans 
rubbing against his bare skin.  He had removed his knickers
before he left for the airport, and he was now starting
to regret that decision.  He had never gone without underwear
before, and his arse was chafing a bit.  

He mentally corrected himself.  He had briefly gone without
knickers on the way back from Elijah's party, because
Viggo had taken the thong with him...memories of their first night 
together rushed back, making his body tingle.  Sighing, he dreamily 
thought about Viggo's rough hands caressing him, teasing his cock 
through
the soft denim.  He felt himself hardening at the picture
he had conjured in his mind, and he bit his lip 
to stifle the small moan rising in his throat.

The pilot's voice jolted him out of his erotic reverie.
"Please fasten your seatbelts as we make our final approach."

Orli complied, fidgeting constantly as the
plane touched down.  He nibbled on his nails
as they taxied to a stop, wishing that he could
just leave right now.  As soon as the pilot gave the
all clear, Orli launched himself out of his seat
and grabbed his bag, scampering as fast as he
could through the door.

He barreled down the jetway, impatient to be
reunited with his lover.  Unfortunately, he still
had to deal with a few necessities, such as his luggage
and finding a rental car.  It seemed to take
forever before both were secured, and he breathed a sigh
of relief once the keys were handed to him.

Orli darted out into the lot and crawled into the car, 
throwing his travel bag into the
passenger seat.  He wanted to leave immediately, but one 
more thing had to be arranged before he
arrived on the set.  He pulled out his cell phone and
found the number he needed.  

"Orli?" Liv said as she answered.

"Uh huh," Orlando said happily.  The sound of Liv's high pitched
voice instantly brought back memories of New Zealand, and
he felt his face splitting into a wide grin.

"Nice to hear from you!  How's the weather in Australia?"

"Actually, I finagled some time off, so I'm in 
Wellington right now," Orli replied.

Liv's voice rose to an excited shriek, "You did?!  Oh my God,
that's so cool!"  She paused and then said, "Hey, why
didn't Viggo mention that you were coming?"

Orli could almost hear the pout on the other end.  He said
soothingly, "We weren't actually sure if I could leave.  
Luv, could I ask you a favor?"

"Sure, sweetie, what is it?"

"Could you tell Viggo that I'm here and then keep Henry busy 
for about an hour or so?"  

Liv tittered.  "Should I also hand
out earplugs?"  She giggled as Orlando
sputtered indignantly.

"You're never going to let me live that barbecue
down, are you?"

"Orli, *everyone* for miles around could hear
the two of you breaking the bed."

"Viggo and Sean were much worse," Orli said
defensively.

"But Sean doesn't yell as loud as you do, he's just
harder on the furniture," she said sweetly.  Orli blushed crimson.

"Anyway," he said, trying to change the subject, "it'd
be fantastic if you could let Henry stay with you after 
dinner.  I'm only here for the weekend."

"No problem, sweetie."

Orli almost bounced out of his seat.  "Thanks, Liv!  You're amazing."

"You're welcome.  Wait, could you hold on?"

"Sure."

He heard some muffled speech and then Liv's voice
was on the phone again.  "Fuck, I have to run, 
Peter's calling me."

"Okay, see you at dinner.  Bye."

"Bye bye, hon," she replied before she hung up.  

Orlando smiled as he ended the call.  He missed being around
the "Rings" cast and crew, and he was eager to see them again.
He again thought about the events that brought him to New
Zealand...and caused him to hook up with the most important
man in his life.

"You're one lucky bastard," he murmured, as he
reached over to unzip his travel bag.

One more thing had to be done before he left the airport:
he fished out a bottle of lube and slipped it into
his jeans pocket.  He was relieved that they no 
longer had to worry about condoms, since the three 
of them had tested clean shortly after they had wrapped.

He pulled out of the car park and drove to the
set, mustering all of his control to avoid speeding.
It still took longer to travel to the set than
he would have liked, and he was vibrating with
impatience once he arrived.

As Orlando bounced towards the Cuntebago, he
saw the familiar scruffy form of Aragorn
approaching.  

"Viggo!" he squealed, before he hurled himself forward 
for a flying hug.  He was happy that Viggo was not
wearing Anduril at that moment, or he would have otherwise
banged right into the large sword.

Viggo caught him easily, pulling their lips
together for a fierce kiss.  Orlando felt Viggo's
tongue wrapping around his own, drawing it forward.
He whimpered softly as Viggo hungrily sucked on the
slick flesh, turning his knees to water.

When they parted, Orlando barely let Viggo draw
in a breath before he cupped the stubbly cheeks
in his hands and smashed their mouths together; 
his day-to-day life in Australia had dimmed his tactile 
and other sensory recollections of Viggo, and it was a 
crime that he was determined to never commit again.  
He mapped his lover's mouth aggressively, reacquainting 
himself with Viggo's taste, the texture of his tongue, 
the feel of his firm lips.  He thoroughly explored every
centimeter, stopping only because they had to come up for air.

Both of them were panting as Orlando pulled back.  Spots of colour 
were rising to Orli's cheeks, and he burned with a ferocious need.  
He pressed his hard crotch up against Viggo's, 
stifling a moan as he came into contact with a hard lump straining
against its leather confines.

"I can't wait until we get to the hotel," Orli whispered,
his beard brushing against Viggo's ear.  "Let's shag
now."

"Peter will kill us if we're caught," Viggo
warned.

Orlando tugged on his arm, "I rented a car
with a roomy backseat.  Come on."

Viggo said, "But..." He gasped as Orlando rotated 
his slender hips in a small circle, cutting off any further 
protest.

"Viggo...I need to feel your hard cock inside of
me as soon as possible," he purred silkily, "It's been
ages since we did anything.  I haven't used any
of my toys while I was away...think
about how hot and tight my arse will be
as I fuck myself on you."

Viggo groaned, but he was determined to not
let Orlando get the better of him this
time.  "Angel, just wait a couple of more
hours.  I promise I'll make it worth your while once
we get back to my room," he tried to say as calmly
as possible.

Orli moulded his body to Viggo's and said,
"But Vig, I want you *now*.  I want to ride you
until I'm screaming your name with every thrust.  
I want to feel you in me, Viggo, and when you come, I
want to squeeze every last drop out of you."

Viggo felt his resistance crumbling. "Orli..." he
said feebly.

Orlando slowly licked his ear.  "Come on, you know you
want to," he said huskily.  "Just a quick one
in the car park."  He reached down and grabbed Viggo's
straining erection, smiling as he heard an incoherent gurgle.
"The sun already went down, no one will see us,"
he continued persuasively.

He curled his fingers around the hard length, flicking
his thumb over the head.

With a strangled cry, Viggo grabbed Orli's arse,
grinding fiercely against him.  His eyes were blazing as
he said thickly.  "All right.  The car.  Now."

Orlando grinned and said, "Follow me," before he sprinted outside
at top speed.  He pulled the keys out and opened the door quickly.

Orli barely had enough time to scramble in.  Viggo 
abruptly tackled Orlando as he turned around, pressing his 
shoulders against the passenger-side window.

"Oof!" Orli said.  "You're getting heavy, old man."

"It's this chain mail," Viggo growled as he started
undoing Orli's jeans.

Orlando batted Viggo's hands away.  He insistently
grabbed the firm hips and eased Viggo up, not stopping until the
leather-clad crotch was level with his face.

"You've been working all day, let me do this," Orli said.  His
long fingers quickly undid the clasps and he pulled down Viggo's
trousers, murmuring appreciatively as he saw the proud 
erection springing free.

He wrapped his hand around Viggo's dripping cock and purred, 
"Oh yes, I've missed the taste of this so much," before he 
stretched up and inhaled the swollen organ.

"Oh God, Orli!" Viggo cried out as Orlando's tongue began
expertly swirling over his hard flesh.  He tried to buck his hips
forward, but Orli held him still, suckling him until he felt like
he was going to burst.

"Orli..." Viggo said, pleading.  Orlando relinquished his
prize with a sigh, giving the head one last lick before he
pulled back.  His eyes were almost black with lust as he
locked gazes with Viggo, skimming his hand over his torso before
he reached lower and slowly dragged the zipper down on his jeans.  
His eyes fluttered closed as he reached in and began
to stroke himself.

"Damnit," Viggo rasped.  "Stop teasing."  He scooted back 
and eased himself into the right hand side of the backseat.

Orli pulled his legs up to his chest and wriggled around so that he
could sit properly on his side of the car.  He pulled off his shoes 
and socks before he started wrestling off his stubborn trousers in the
cramped space, almost falling onto the floor in the process.

Grinning sheepishly, he tried again, but his jeans had gotten
caught on his toe.  He squirmed around, trying to get
a good angle, but then he stopped when heard
a loud "Ouch!" and noticed Viggo rubbing his arm.

"Fuck, did I hurt you?" Orli asked, concerned.

Viggo said, "You just slugged me with your elbow."  He reached
over and grabbed the denim waistband.  "Let me do this, elf boy.
If you hit me again, make-up will kill me."

Orli pouted at first, but it faded when he saw the lust burning
in Viggo's eyes.  Working quickly, Viggo peeled the offending garment
off, pausing to lick his lips at the sight of Orlando's nakedness
underneath.

He moved Orli so that he sat on the edge of the leather
seat.  Viggo then pulled his legs up to his chest, and 
squirmed around until he could swing his legs into the
area behind Orlando's perch.  He stretched out onto his 
back as much as he could, but he was still forced to bend 
his legs at the knees, resting his feet against the window.  
Viggo shoved his own trousers down to his ankles; looking ferally at
Orli's flushed face, he wrapped his hand around
his cock and slowly fisted his erection.

"Come here," he breathed.

Orlando wasted no time in pulling out the bottle of
lube from his jeans.  He swiftly coated Viggo's cock
and climbed on top, making small noises as he positioned
Viggo's shaft at his entrance.

Viggo pushed slightly upward, breaching Orli with
just the tip of his aching flesh.  Both men
hissed, savoring the contact.  

Orlando felt his head spinning as he locked his
eyes with Viggo's.  Even though his body was screaming,
he wanted to prolong the sensation of Viggo's cock
burrowing into him.  Sighing, Orli lowered himself another few 
centimeters, watching Viggo gasp as his body surrounded his
pulsing shaft.

"Orli...more," Viggo panted.

Orlando gritted his teeth and slowly pulled up, moaning as
he slid Viggo's cock out until just the head was inside of
him.  He gyrated his hips, keeping his movements languid.

Viggo's eyes were feverish and Orlando leaned forward
to kiss him.  Viggo crushed their lips together,
stabbing his tongue into Orli's mouth as he tried to urge him on.
In response, Orli continued to swivel his hips provocatively,
causing Viggo to break contact.  He moaned, eagerly pressing
upward, but Orli kept him at bay.

Viggo gazed intently at Orlando.  He said thickly, "Now, Orli, 
please."  The sheer need in his feverish eyes and his raspy
voice sizzled Orlando to the core, burning away his restraint.
Trembling, Orli abruptly slammed his arse down, shrieking as
he impaled himself on Viggo's length.

"FUCK!" Viggo screamed, convulsing upward.  He immediately
grabbed Orli's pelvis and began to thrust frantically, slamming
up into the sinful tightness gripping him.

"Christ, you feel so good..." Orli moaned wantonly as he
matched Viggo's furious pace.  He could feel himself
holding Viggo tightly, and he arched back, his eyes fluttering
closed as he buried Viggo deep inside.

Viggo cried out, his fingers digging into Orli's skin
and leaving marks.  Orli braced his hands on his lover's
shoulders and thrashed on top of him, screaming
as Viggo's cock glided over his sweet spot.  

"Oh God, I'm so close already..." Viggo said between ragged
breaths.  He reached between Orli's legs and grasped his
leaking shaft, stroking it in time with his brutal thrusts.

Orlando mewled.  He couldn't hold back much longer and
he didn't want to stain Viggo's costume.  Looking
at Viggo wickedly, he flexed his internal muscles, clamping down hard
like a silken vise.

Viggo gurgled loudly.  He jabbed Orlando twice and then he 
arched up, howling as he came.  Orli continued to flex, massaging
the pulsing flesh until he felt Viggo slumping down bonelessly.

Orli was still shaking with his denied release
when Viggo gently pulled him forward.  Orlando
eventually ran out of room, and he saw Viggo
edging towards his crotch.  Trembling in
anticipation, he grabbed the handles above the window
just as Viggo sat up slightly
and swallowed his cock.  Orlando keened,
thrusting mindlessly into the wet heat devouring him.

Viggo hummed softly around Orli's twitching shaft,
swirling his tongue lasciviously around the underside.
Orlando whimpered helplessly and Viggo braced his
hands on Orli's arse, pushing him forward until 
the hard flesh met the back of his throat.
He sucked aggressively, and inserted two fingers at the
same time into Orli's sensitized entrance, rubbing 
the small bundle of nerves inside and slicking around the fluid
from his release within the overheated passage.

Orli almost crushed the handle as his entire body spasmed.  
He shouted as he tumbled over the edge, each muscle tensing 
while he arched against Viggo's mouth, filling it with hot, salty 
liquid.

He rode out his orgasm and then caught himself before
he collapsed.  Viggo swallowed all of his release
and licked him clean, making him squirm.  After
tortuous minutes, Viggo finally relaxed his grip, 
allowing Orli to pop his cock out.  Weakly, Orli scooted 
down until he was sitting on Viggo's groin.

He bent over and kissed Viggo softly.  "Missed you."

Viggo smiled lazily.  "Missed you, too," he said,
toying with Orli's curls.

Orli reached around to the front and pulled
some wet naps out of his travel bag.  As he cleaned them
up, Viggo chuckled.  "Damn, you came prepared
for everything."

Orli stuck his tongue out.  "Can you blame me?  I
was going to tear the set apart if I couldn't shag
you immediately.  Of course, a certain someone was
bloody resisting the idea."

"Well, I'm happy that you didn't listen to me," Viggo
said, burying his face in the riot of curls. 
"And I'm glad that you could make it out here."

"Nothing could keep me from seeing you, Vig," 
Orli said.  He snuggled against Viggo's chest.
"Although if Neil got snarky, I was thinking
of pulling some little prima donna act."

Viggo laughed.  "He wouldn't buy it, and you
know it.  Crazy elf boy."

"Smelly and sticky human."

"Thanks," Viggo said sarcastically, before he kissed Orli again.  "I 
have
to get back to work before Peter blows a gasket, though."

Orli braced his hands on the roof of the car and boosted himself
up, splaying his legs open as much as he could so that Viggo
could reach down and pull his trousers back up.

Orli frowned.  "Bugger.  How am I going to get my jeans
back on without getting out of the car?"

Viggo worked his legs out from underneath Orli and
somehow managed to rearrange himself so that he was
sitting properly in the backseat.

As Viggo re-fastened the clasps on his costume, he said,
"Well, as you said, it's dark.  Maybe you could get dressed
in the parking lot before someone sees you."

Orlando snorted.  "And it'll be just my bloody luck that 'Lij will come
walking by at that moment with a camera."

Viggo kissed him on the cheek.  "You'll figure it out, angel.
I'm sorry, but I really have to go.  See you on the set?"  

Orli nodded.  Viggo gave Orli one last kiss before he
crawled out of the backseat.  He paused briefly to
look back and wave at Orlando before he rushed back to work.

Running his fingers through his unruly hair, Orli began
the arduous process of dressing in the confined space.
***

The rest of the day went smoothly, even with Orli
teasing Liv about not giving Viggo a proper snog during
their kissing scenes.  After they wrapped, Viggo announced
that he had rented a bus for the dinner party he
was throwing that night, and invited everyone
to join him.

Orli volunteered to keep an eye on Henry while
Viggo was getting his make-up removed.  As they
went their separate ways, he noticed that Orli's gait
was a bit stiffer than usual.

He decided to ask Orlando about it later, though.
He needed to get in and out of make-up quickly so
that he could round people up and give the
restaurant an estimated head count.  By the time
the bus arrived, Ian, Liv, and several crewmembers 
were waiting in the parking lot along with Viggo, Orli,
and Henry.

As they were piling into the vehicle, Orli said,
"None of the Hobbits are joining us?"

Viggo waited until Henry had boarded before he replied, 
"Elijah mentioned something about
'not wanting to die of saccharine poisoning.'
And the other Hobbits pretty much agreed with him."

Orli blew a raspberry.  "Wimp.  Can't
believe he has such a low tolerance for cuddling."

Viggo replied, "I don't think it's the cuddling
that annoys him."  

"Christ, just because you kept sticking your tongue down
my throat our first two weeks together..." Orli
said impishly.  He shrugged.  "Ah well, their loss." 

Everyone else had filed in at this point. Orlando 
beamed at Viggo before he climbed into
the bus, thrusting his butt slightly backwards as he did so.  

Viggo resisted the urge to grab the tempting ass in front 
of him, settling instead on watching it move as 
Orlando made his way to the back.

Liv, who was sitting next to Henry, winked at
Viggo as he walked by.  Viggo smiled at the
two of them before he joined Orlando.

Orlando stretched across the seat and put
his head in Viggo's lap, letting out a long, gusty
sigh.  Looking at Orli tenderly, Viggo reached
down to stroke his face, feeling warm as his lover
murmured contentedly.

He tangled his fingers in the curly, thick beard and said,
"It's going to take me a while to get used to
this."

Orli laughed.  "Don't get too used to it.  It'll be gone by the time
I come back."

Viggo said quietly, "So, tell me why you were 
walking funny."

Orlando grimaced.  "I pulled a groin muscle trying
to get back into my trousers.  That bloody car was
just too damn small."

Viggo's eyes went wide and Orli growled, "One laugh out
of you, and you're dead meat."

Viggo petted Orli's head.  "The thought never crossed my 
mind.  I'm sorry that you hurt yourself, angel."

"The worst part is that walking doesn't hurt much, but any
forward or backward motion with my hips hurts like hell.
And I was up for a long night of shagging, too," Orlando
pouted.  "But that doesn't mean that we can't do other stuff," 
he said sexily, stroking Viggo's crotch.

Viggo stopped his hand.  "No, you don't.  A groin pull
is pretty serious and I don't want you injuring yourself more,
especially since you have to ride a horse on Monday."

"But..."

Viggo placed a finger over Orlando's lips.  "It's all
right, I'm happy to just be with you right now."  He
kissed Orlando softly.

"This is *so* unfair," Orli grumbled.

"Don't worry about it.  Shit happens at the worst times.
Remember my broken toe?"

Orli smiled.  "Yeah.  Sean and I made some grand plans for ravishing 
you 
that evening and we wound up playing 'Never Never' instead."   
  
The three of them had gotten so trashed that night that
they had all tumbled into the same bed.  Viggo
grinned as he remembered waking up sandwiched between
his two loves.  He idly wished that Sean and Orli had done
something more than just sleeping, but he was also content
with the current status quo.

The bus pulled up to the restaurant at this point.  
Everyone got out, and Viggo went ahead to greet the host.
They were seated promptly and the restaurant was soon
filled with the sounds of boisterous conversation.

Orli couldn't keep still, and he flitted from chair 
to chair, bubbling over with excitement as he visited with everyone.
He became so engrossed in various conversations that Viggo 
had to constantly remind him to eat.

When dessert was served, Orlando touched Viggo gently on the
shoulder.  "I want to catch up on things with Henry, and
I don't really want to do it with everyone here.  Do you
mind if we slip out for some time alone?"

Viggo replied, "Sure, have fun."  He pecked Orli on the
lips.

After Orli left, Liv turned to Viggo and said, "This 
must be a world record.  Neither of you groped each 
other at all during our meal."

Viggo looked embarrassed.  "We're not that bad, are we?"

"Speak for yourself, my dear man," Ian said.  "Just when I thought
that you and Sean had settled down, you decided to start a
relationship with our young elf.  I swear that the two of you
resembled Siamese twins during your first month together."

"I guess being perpetually joined at the hip must have been pretty
nauseating," Viggo remarked.

Ian smiled slyly, "I had another region in mind."

Liv giggled as Viggo turned red. 

Orlando rushed in at that moment with Henry.  "Everyone! You 
should come out and see the moon reflecting on the river.
It's fucking fantastic!"

Viggo breathed a sigh of relief as he filed out of
the restaurant.  He wrapped his arm around Orli's waist
and buried his nose in the brown curls.  "Your timing
is impeccable.  I don't think I could have sat through
another barrage from Liv and Ian," he murmured.

Orli grinned broadly as he tugged on Viggo's arm.
"Pure coincidence.  But you should really see this..."

As they walked out, Viggo caught his breath.  The sky was
clear tonight, and silver beams danced on the water's 
surface, subtly shifting with the current.  Following
the path of light, Viggo could see that it led to
a small spit of land in the distance.

On impulse, Viggo rolled up the legs of his jeans
and waded in.

"Come on, angel," he said, holding out his hand.

"Oh fuck off!" Orli laughed, "There's no way I'm coming
across.  It's freezing as is, and that water's got to be
colder than a witch's tit!"

Viggo smiled warmly.  "Please?"

"Shit, you're an idiot for doing this, and I'm an idiot for
following you...but, what the hell."  Orli kicked off 
his shoes and pulled off his socks before he reluctantly 
dipped his toes in the cold water.  

Viggo had already gone on ahead a bit, looking back at
Orli with pure delight.  Under the moonlight, his skin
turned a satiny alabaster, making his wide brown 
eyes look as dark as coal.  The contrast of his dark
beard emphasized his flawless cheekbones and his
kissable lips.

"You're beautiful," Viggo breathed.

Orli gave him a wobbly smile and waded in next to him.
"I'm nowhere near as deliciously shaggable as you are," 
he replied, grabbing Viggo's hand for support.

They slowly made their way across and finally flopped
down on the sand.  Orli snuggled close to Viggo, trying
to keep himself warm.

"You're insane," Orli murmured.

"It's your bad influence," Viggo replied.

"Is not," Orli said, sticking out his tongue.

"Yes it is," Viggo said.

Orli opened his mouth to retort, but Viggo cut him
off by possessively kissing him, plundering his mouth until 
they were both breathless.

"Okay, you win," Orli panted.  He batted at Viggo's hair
when he smirked.

"Don't get too smug," Orli said defensively, feeling
himself melt as he saw the playful twinkle in Viggo's eyes.  
He buried his face into Viggo's chest, 
and pressed closer, attempting to meld their bodies together.

Viggo stroked his curls reverently. "What did I ever
do to deserve you?" he said.

Orli lifted his head and looked tenderly into Viggo's eyes, "I 
could ask the same thing of you."

They smiled and kissed; time suspended as they
lazily explored each other, stretching out the moment
as long as possible.

"Love you," Viggo said when they parted.

"Love you, too," Orli replied.  They lay there
for a while, enjoying the sounds of the water gently 
lapping on the shore.

Eventually, Orli shifted a bit and said regretfully, 
"We should probably be getting back."

Viggo nodded, reluctantly detaching himself
from Orli's embrace.

As they waded back, Orli said, "So what are we going to 
do tonight if I'm banned from playing Hide the Sausage?"

Viggo chuckled.  "You have a one-track mind."

"And you love it," Orli said happily.  "Well?"

"Talk, sit in bed, cuddle.  I just want to enjoy you,
angel."  

"I have a better idea," Orli said mischievously.


***

Viggo said as he stared at his cards, "Tell me again why strip
poker is a better idea."  He was sitting on the bed in
his hotel room in just in his briefs.

Orli, who was only shirtless, replied, "Because I get to
drool over your fantastic body while I take you to the
cleaners.  You never could beat me at this game."

"We'll see about that, elf boy," Viggo replied.
"I'll have to throw in my underwear now."

"I'll raise you my trousers *and* throw in my
pants."

"Call."

Orli said triumphantly, "Three of a kind."

"Well, that beats my pair," Viggo said, removing his
briefs. "I guess we'll have to stop, I don't have any 
more clothes to bet."

Orli grinned, "Not yet, let's put a prize of our choice into 
the pot for the next hand."

Amusement tinged Viggo's next words while he dealt the
cards.  "Oh really?  What were you thinking?"

Orli gazed at his hand.  Two pair, not bad.  He tossed
the odd one out and said, "Give me one card, first."

Viggo pulled the top card off of the deck and handed it
over.  Orlando tried to control himself from beaming as he 
looked at it.  He now had a full house, whereas Viggo had replaced
three cards in his hand.  Unless some miracle had occurred, 
there was no way that he could lose.

He decided to go for the kill. "Well, if I win, you have 
to spend a week with me in Australia.  And you are required to shag my 
brains out every day that you're there."

Viggo said, "All right.  If *I* win, you have to
go out dancing with me in L.A. before you leave
to film 'Pirates'."

"Doesn't sound like much of a bet, old man."

Viggo grinned wolfishly. "You'll have to go in drag."

Orli's eyes glinted.  "You're a kinky bugger, Vig, but
I don't intend to be wearing heels." He put down his 
cards. "Full house."

"Oh well," Viggo said, casually laying out his four of a kind.

Orli's jaw dropped.  "That beard will have to be the first
thing to go, elf boy," Viggo said, grinning.

The only sound that Orli could force his throat to
make was a squeak.

----
end part 1

Author's Name: Lostiawen
Fic Title: Masquerade (2/3)
Series: Sleeping It Off
Email: changeling@planetx.org
website: http://www.planetx.org/~changeling
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: VM/OB, VM/SB

Genre: RPS
Archive: Mirrormere, CIB, Lirimaer, Aniron, More Than Mates.
All others please ask.

Summary: Dressing Orli up...

Feedback: Yes, please.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of
this really happened.  The author is not associated
with or is implying anything about the sexual
preferences or the lives of the people depicted within.

Warnings: cross-dressing, voyeurism, small amount of wanking.

Author's notes: I took a few liberties with Sean's, Orli's, and Viggo's 
schedules.  And there's a note or two that I tacked onto
the bottom of the fic because posting it up here
would be a spoiler.

Many thanks to Stephani, for suggesting that I let Sean
out to play, and much love to Elizabeth, who helped me
dress Orli and for making a comment that started this
fic rolling.

Posted Nov. 24, 2003.

*****
Oct. 11th, 2002

Sean waited patiently at the airport; he smiled when he saw
a familiar mop of curly brown hair.  "Oi!" he shouted to get 
Orli's attention.

"Sean!" Orli said.  Knowing what was to come next,
Sean held out his arms, catching the slender bundle of
energy.

He laughed and kissed Orli on the cheek.  "How was your
flight?"

Orli said, "Far too fucking long.  God, I *hate* being
on aeroplanes for extended periods of time."

"That's because you're hyperactive," Sean teased.  

Orli stuck his tongue out at him.  As they went to fetch
the luggage, Orli said quietly, "So tell me why Vig couldn't
make it?  He didn't give me many details when I called
him from the plane."

"He had to go pick up some clothes for you.  Apparently, one was
a custom job and the shop closes right about now.  He's
had a hell of a busy day today; plus, he had to drop Henry 
off with Exene, so he didn't have any time to go earlier."

Orli grinned.  "Not that I mind.  I haven't seen you
for ages, mate."

Sean jibed, "You saw me not two weeks ago at dinner, 
you silly git.  And didn't we see each other a bit 
during your off hours?"

"Not that I had any," Orli said ruefully.
"Hanging with you for twenty minutes here and there is just not enough
for me.  Not compared to how much time we spent together
while we were in New Zealand."  He nudged Sean in the arm.  
"If I ever decide to take a role again that finishes 
filming in a month, smack me upside the head."

"Enough with the long face.  Tell me about your upcoming
film," Sean replied.  Orli beamed, chatting Sean's ear
off about the possibilities of working with Johnny Depp and
Geoffrey Rush while they waited for his bags to appear on the carousel.

It took very little time before his suitcases appeared,
and Sean plucked it from the rotating machinery.  They walked 
out to the car park, and once they were relatively
alone, Sean said, "I heard about the bet.  You're not going 
to chicken out on it, are you?"

"Nope," Orli said, beaming.  "Besides, I'm wondering what kind of 
fantastic
outfit Viggo picked out for me.  He asked for a bunch of my measurments
a couple of months ago, and I'm dying to see what he's done with them."

He yawned at this point.  Sean said, "You're not going
to be doing anything until we take care of that
jet lag."

"Spoilsport," Orli grumbled, but Sean could see the
dark circles under his eyes.

"Vig told me to get you into bed as soon as possible.  He wants 
you fully alert for tomorrow."

Orli laughed.  "I'll have you know that I stopped working out
last week so that I wouldn't look too bulky in whatever frock
Vig shoves me into."

"Didn't you catch hell for it?"

"Nah.  Most of my shots had me in sweats, so it didn't show.
But speaking of going in drag, can we pop by the chemists first? 
I'm almost out of shaving cream."

Sean's eyes twinkled.  "No need.  Vig intends to
personally do the hair removal."

Orli squeaked, "What?  I thought I was doing it."

"Orli, you should know better than that by now.  But don't
worry, I'll be there to watch and keep you company," Sean said, 
patting him on the back.

"That is *not* reassuring," Orli said as they got into the
car.  "The two of you are complete sadists."

Sean's only response was to grin evilly, causing Orli to
shift uncomfortably in his seat.

****

Once they were at Viggo's house, Orli's adrenaline rush had worn
off, and he was now yawning constantly.  Sean noticed this
and said, "Go in and get into bed.  I'll bring in
your luggage and take care of it."

Orli nodded and stumbled inside.  Sean grinned and
pulled his suitcases out of the boot.  He went into Viggo's
bedroom, eyes crinkling fondly when he saw that Orli had already 
stripped
and was curled up under the covers of the king-sized bed.  
Orli had pulled everything up and wrapped it around his body, 
creating a tight little blanket-cocoon that made him look
ridiculously young.

Sean couldn't resist giving him a peck on the cheek.  "Good night," 
he murmured, running his fingers through the dark curls.

Orlando smiled sweetly at him and turned his head.  He sat
up partially and kissed the tip of Sean's nose, causing the blankets
to fall away and reveal his chest.  Sean felt his mouth go
dry as his eyes roamed over the lean muscles.

"I missed being with you so bloody much," Orli said, his 
voice a little husky.  His wide brown eyes looked searchingly 
into Sean's, silently asking for more than friendly contact.  
Electricity traveled between them as they gazed at each other, 
their breaths hitching.

Sean broke the tension by kissing Orli again on the forehead
and pulling up the covers.  "Get some rest, you tosser, or
Viggo will have my hide tomorrow."  As he gently pushed
Orli back down onto the mattress he added, "And no pouting."

"Wanker," Orli replied without heat.  "Can
you at least cuddle with me until I fall asleep?"

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea right now," Sean replied,
hoping that Orli wouldn't be too disappointed.
The three of them had been sleeping in the same bed ever since
they had passed out together in NZ.  However,
Viggo was normally the one in the middle, and Sean
wasn't sure if he could keep his hands off Orli's smooth
skin.

Orli said, "You know I have trouble sleeping
if someone's not holding me.  Being in Australia and England all by 
myself
was bloody hell."  The normally mellow voice shook slightly and
Sean now saw the loneliness and vulnerability in Orli's eyes.

Sean felt immensely guilty.  He had purposefully avoided 
letting Orli crash at his place while he was filming "The Calcium
Kid" because he knew that meant sharing the same bed.   Orli
had understood, but now Sean saw the toll that his decision
had caused.

"Please?" Orli asked again, and the need in his dark gaze was
heartbreaking.  "I promise to behave."

Sean couldn't bring himself to reject Orli's request.  "All right," he 
said.  He removed everything except for his boxers before 
he climbed into the bed.  He wrapped his arms around Orli's firm body, 
pulling
the slender form against him.

Orli smushed his face into Sean's chest and let out a gusty sigh.
"Better?" Sean asked.

"Mmmhmm," Orli murmured sleepily.  Sean could feel the tension
visibly draining from him, and he heard Orli's breathing slow
down.  Soon, Orlando went limp in his arms, slumbering
peacefully.

Sean ruffled his fingers through Orli's hair again, kissing him
tenderly on the head.  He was sorely tempted to give in earlier,
but he still needed some time.  Sean was glad that Orli was being
patient, although he was a bit worried over his mate's insane
work schedule.

He frowned.  Tonight would probably be the last night that
Orli could enjoy relative anonymity.  Sean vaguely hoped that his
blossoming fame wouldn't impact their relationships, but he
had been around enough to know better.

"We'll always be here for you, love," he said quietly, cuddling
Orli closer.  "But I want to wait on the two of us until I see how you
deal with being a star." 

***

Everything was black around Orlando.  He was floating in the 
cotton fog that existed between the dreaming and the waking world.  
He sighed, immersing himself in the peaceful emptiness.  

A long, loud moan suddenly interrupted the silence.  Intrigued, 
he drifted about, listening.  He soon heard it again, the sound
dripping with pure need and lust.  Orlando quickly 
forced himself awake, eager to discover the source.

As his eyes fluttered open, the sight of Sean's head thrown 
back against the pillows greeted him.  Sean's mouth
was open partially as he panted, lids squeezed tightly shut 
as waves of ecstasy thrummed through his body.  Orli's cock immediately
hardened and he looked down, grinning madly
when he saw Viggo swallowing Sean's hard shaft.

Sean made a choked noise and bucked, burying
himself deep in Viggo's throat.  Viggo locked his gaze
with Orli's, the wicked gleam within those blue
depths brimming with decadence.

Orli felt as if the air had become thick.  His breath came in
short gasps while he skimmed a hand down his torso.  Reaching
lower, he grabbed his hard cock, watching Viggo intently.

Viggo pulled back slowly, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked
Sean's length.  He paused after he pulled off, slowly
dipping his tongue in the slit, his smoky eyes drawing
Orli in, trapping him in an erotic web.

Hypnotized, Orlando slowly began to stroke himself,
watching as Viggo slowly circled his tongue around,
covering every centimeter of the mushroom-shaped head 
until it glistened wetly, causing Sean to thrash
underneath him.

Unable to keep himself quiet any longer, Orli whimpered.
Sean's eyes snapped open, and through a veil
of hazy lust, he raked his eyes over Orli's flushed
face and body, licking his lips when he saw Orli
tugging on his shaft.  

Orli's other hand immediately drifted down to his crotch, rolling
the tender sacs gently as he languidly fisted his cock.
Simultaneously, Viggo took the tip of Sean's erection 
into his mouth, gently raking his teeth over
it.  Sean made a strangled noise, and Orli watched every expression 
flitting across Sean's face as he came apart 
under Viggo's ministrations.

"Vig...please!" Sean gasped.

Viggo gave the tip of Sean's needy flesh one
last lick before he swallowed him whole.  Sean gurgled
and bucked up, clutching the sheets, chanting Viggo's
name as he came hard.  

Orli watched Sean's ecstatic expression and began to 
increase the speed of his hand.  He saw Viggo gulp down 
every bit of Sean's release, his mouth still working 
until Sean flopped limply down onto the sheets.

Viggo gave Sean's cock a tender kiss before he 
pounced on Orlando.  Caught completely unawares,
Orli froze, and before he knew it, Viggo was
straddling him and pinning his arms above
his head.

He began to struggle, but Viggo tilted his hips
and ground his hard cock against Orli's.  Sparks
shot through Orli's body and he moaned sweetly
as he felt the velvety skin rubbing against his own.

Viggo continued to rock his pelvis, rolling his
hips and increasing the friction between them.
Moisture from his cock seeped out onto Orli's,
causing their flesh to slide tantalizingly against
each other.

Orli threw his head back and cried out, his body
quivering on the edge of release.  Sensing his
need, Viggo ground into him hard, bending down
to capture his lips.

Orli parted his mouth eagerly, sucking on Viggo's
tongue and tasting the faint traces of Sean on him.
He scoured Viggo's mouth thoroughly, images
of Sean's face on the throes of orgasm scattering
through his mind, imagining himself in Viggo's
place, with Sean's hard flesh pulsing in his
mouth and down in his throat.

Viggo transferred his grip and reached down with
his large hand to grasp both of their cocks, stroking
rapidly.  It was too much for Orli and he mewled, his body
convulsing as he climaxed, spilling hotly between
them.  While he was still quaking, he heard Viggo
cry out, roaring as he came.

Orli caught Viggo as he collapsed.  He pulled
his lover closer, and brushed aside the
wet strands of blonde hair from his face.  

Sean stretched over to kiss Orli lightly on the cheek
while they were still drifting blissfully.  "Sorry we woke you up,"
he murmured.  "You were pretty out of it,
and Vig was feeling pretty randy..."

Viggo snorted, "*I* was feeling randy?  You were the
one who suggested a nap, and then you kept
fondling my dick."

"And you kept grinding your arse against me,
you horny bugger," Sean said.

"God, and you call me immature," Orli said, laughing.  
He kissed Sean and Viggo briefly.  "Don't worry about it, 
that was an amazing sight to wake up to."  He grinned 
when he saw Sean blushing.

Orli sighed and stretched his long legs.  His brain finally
caught up with the rest of his body, and he noticed that
it was somewhat darker than when he first arrived.  "Uh, what time is
it?"

Viggo said, "It's about 5pm on Saturday night."

Orli squeaked, "I slept *all* day?"

Sean kissed his forehead.  "I'm not surprised, you've been
running yourself ragged.  And if I know you, you've probably
not been getting much sleep."

"Not really," Orli said, running a hand through his messy
curls.  He grimaced at the wetness on his stomach.  
"Ugh, I need a shower in the worst way."

Viggo said,  "So do I.  Gotta clean up for tonight."

"Well, the shower won't fit three, so I'll wait for the two of
you to finish," Sean added.

Viggo reached for some wet-naps and mopped up the stickiness
pooled between Orlando and himself.  "You need to shave
first, elf boy," he said as he got up.

"Shit," Orli replied.  "Forgot about that I'm supposed to sport a
goatee for 'Pirates'.  I hope Gore doesn't freak out when we
start filming on Monday."

Sean smirked.  "Tell him that you shaved it all off because 
you were a complete git and you forgot that you had
another role to prep for."

Orli blew a raspberry at Sean.  "Wanker."  He 
jumped out of bed and was about to rummage in
his travel bag when Viggo said, "Sean already
put your razors and shaving cream in the bathroom."

"Sean, I take back everything nasty that I just said about
you," Orli beamed.

"You'll change your tune by the time you're dressed,"
Sean said mildly.

"Oh, we'll see.  I'm in a fantastic mood now," Orli
replied, bouncing into the bathroom.  He quickly 
applied a generous amount of shaving cream
and used a safety razor to remove his five o'clock shadow.

He ran his hands over his face once he was done.
"There, smooth as a newborn baby's arse."  He turned
to look at Viggo, who had joined him.
"So, how are we going to do my legs, Vig?  Are you
going to shave them in the shower?"

Viggo chuckled.  "I'm waxing them, angel.  I need you to
sit somewhere."

Orli's eyes bugged out.  "Tell me you just didn't say
that."

Viggo didn't reply.  Instead, he produced a box
of cold wax strips from a bag in the bathroom.
Sean wandered in just in time to hear a small "eep" slip out of 
Orli's mouth.

Sean said, "Looks like I arrived in time for the fun part."

Orli shot back, "Weren't you going to wait until we
were done with the shower?"

"And miss the evening's entertainment?" Sean replied.

Orli sighed.  "I knew that was a daft bet," he said
as he clambered onto the cool marble counter.  He eyed
Viggo carefully.  "I hope you know what you're doing."

"You forget that I've been married
for a while.  I used to help Exene because she
couldn't reach certain spots," Viggo said.

Viggo removed a strip from the box and pulled it
apart.  He was grinning mischievously as he pressed
the strip to Orli's leg.  Orli, however, failed to see the
humor in the situation.  He gripped the counter
nervously, his fingers digging into the surface.

Sean said, "Don't worry about
screaming, I brought earplugs."  He smiled when 
Orli shot him a poisonous glare. 

"You're right, Sean.  I'm taking back my take back,"
Orli groused.

"And you're mangling the English language," Sean replied.

"That's because I'm bloody nervous," Orli said, his voice
wavering slightly.

Viggo said, "Don't worry, the first one is usually the worst.
The others will be easier."  He looked a little worried,
Orli was trembling like a leaf and his breathing was
a bit shallow.  He petted Orli's head, trying to soothe him.  "But if
it's too much, we'll stop after this one and shave the
rest."

Orli said in a very small voice, "Okay."  His eyes were
as large as dinner plates and fear skittered in the brown
depths.

"It'll be all right," Viggo said, putting an arm across Orli's lap.
He quickly ripped the strip off, bracing himself to restrain a soon-
to-be-rocketing-off-the-counter elf.

To his surprise, Orli didn't even flinch.  Stunned,
Viggo felt his jaw dropping open.

"Gotcha," Orli said.  The fear had disappeared from his
face, replaced by an impish grin.

Sean said, "Christ! Why aren't you screaming like a little girl?"

"I broke my sodding back, remember?  This is nothing," Orli
said casually.

"Damnit, and I was hoping that you'd out-shriek Billy," Sean grumbled,
annoyed that Orli had fooled him so easily.

Orli said, "We could do your legs next..."  Sean sputtered
incoherently, causing Viggo to chuckle.

"You had me worried for a second," Viggo said as he applied
another strip.

Orli almost bounced off the counter.  "And it was great, man.
You should have seen the expressions on your faces when
I didn't freak out.  Am I a fantastic actor or what?"

"What," Sean said dryly.  "Don't let it go to your head, mate.
I doubt they give knightships for Mimicking Fear at
Impending Hair Removal."

Orli blew another raspberry at Sean.  "And I'm brilliant,
I tell you."

The friendly jibing continued as Viggo waxed Orli's
arms, legs, toes, and fingers.  Once he was done, Orli said, "Um,
is that it?"

Viggo fingered Orli's pubic hair and husked, "No, I want
you completely bare."  He reached into the medicine cabinet and pulled 
out a pair of clippers.  "Hold still, elf boy.  I can't
cut you with these, but they'll pinch if you squirm too much."

Sean made a disappointed noise.  "You're not going to wax
his bollocks?"

"That takes a little more skill than I possess," Viggo said.
"And I couldn't bring myself to go through with it.  Even thinking 
about 
it now makes me wince."

Orli said, "So I get razor burn instead?  I think I'll deal
with the waxing."

Viggo kissed him softly.  "These won't burn or chafe."

"If they do, I'm going to personally call you up while
I'm in the Caribbean and whinge for every single second that
I have to suffer," Orli warned.

"All right, that's enough bitching out of you.
Shut up and spread your legs," Viggo growled.

Orli smirked as he opened his thighs.  While Viggo applied the
first set of clippers, Orlando stared in fascination as
the hair above his cock was trimmed to stubble.  Viggo was
using the lightest of touches, and the buzzing instrument
left slight tingles as he ran it over Orli's skin.

Once he was done, Viggo flicked off the switch and picked up the
second shaver.  It was a cylindrical one, and the
top was a smooth dome covered by a small, extremely
fine meshed grate.  He ran it over the stubble in small
circles, trimming it down until Orli could only see
smooth flesh.

Viggo turned it off and then knelt down on the bathmat.
"I need you to rest your hips on my thighs.  It'll be
easier that way."

Orli said playfully, "Why do I think you've had practice
with this before?  Have you been shaving other blokes behind
my back?"  He looked as innocent and angelic as possible
when Viggo glowered at him in response.

"If he's being too stroppy, I can take over," Sean said
helpfully.

Orli sputtered, "No way, man!  My bollocks will look like
a poodle with mange after you're done butchering
them."

Viggo sighed.  "Orli, just get your ass down here.
We still have to shower, make and eat dinner, take care of 
your hair, and then do your make-up."  He glared at Sean.  
"And you're not helping any.  What the hell has gotten
into you two?  I've never seen you guys bitch so much
at each other."

Sean said apologetically, "I'm sorry, love.  I haven't 
seen Orli for a while, so I had all this teasing saved up."
Orlando nodded in agreement and tried to look innocent.
Too innocent.  Viggo sensed that something had happened
between Sean and Orli, but he knew that they'd basically
deny everything until they worked things out for themselves.
Shrugging, he hoped that it wouldn't get too out of hand
before they returned to normal.

Sean kissed Viggo on the back of the neck, interrupting
any further thoughts.  "Make it up to you later?" he 
purred sensuously.

Viggo squirmed a bit and breathed, "Okay."  Sean
continued to nibble and lick his nape while 
Orli jumped off the countertop and
flopped down on the mat.  Orli then scooted
upward, resting his arse on Viggo's thighs.

Once Orli was in position, Sean pulled back.
Orli closed his eyes, willing himself to calm down 
as he heard the clippers buzzing.  Even though
he trusted Viggo, he was still slightly nervous
about having anything sharp near his most vulnerable area.

He felt the light brush of the clippers against
the tender sacs and his breath hitched slightly.  When
no pinch occurred, he exhaled, relaxing with
a sigh.  

As Viggo continued, the brief touches against
his sensitive skin started arousing him, and he 
moaned as Viggo skimmed the clippers over the inside
of his thighs and down the cleft of his arse.
He made a small noise in his throat as the shaver was 
applied, trimming off the stubble and electrifying
his flesh as it glided smoothly over him.  By the time 
Viggo was finished, Orli's cock was fully erect. 

Orli almost shot into the air when he felt Viggo's
hand stroking over his freshly shaved skin.  "So soft..."
Viggo purred throatily.  He felt his bum being
lowered to the ground and he cried out when he felt
Viggo's tongue brushing against his cock.

Viggo traced a hot swipe down his hard length and over
his now-smooth bollocks.  The wet path continued, 
sweeping over the skin just behind and stopping
short of his entrance.  Hot air wafted over the 
pink skin, causing Orlando to tremble in anticipation.

Orlando mewled when Viggo started licking him.  His skin 
was still tingling from the recent denuding, and the slow
circles being traced around the small pucker were driving
him insane.  He writhed, head tossing back
and forth as he lost himself in the heated caresses.

Viggo explored him slowly, flickering against his
entrance without breaching it.  Frantically, Orli
pushed down, demanding more, but Viggo turned a blind
eye to his silent pleas.

Orli growled, "Fuck, stop teasing me."  Moisture
was welling out of the tip of his cock and he pushed
his arse urgently towards Viggo again.

Viggo suddenly pulled back.  "We're running late, and you need
to deal with your armpits, still.  I'll get you off
at the end of the evening."

"You bastard!  *That* wasn't part of the bet," Orli
pouted.

Sean said, "You should know by now that any bet with
Vig gets modified as he sees fit, as long as it doesn't
violate the original agreement."

"I'm finding that out the hard way," Orli grumbled,
shooting daggers at Viggo while he got up and 
turned on the taps for the shower.

***

"Holy shit!" Orli said as he looked in the mirror.

"Glad you approve of our handiwork," Viggo
replied with a chuckle.

After dinner, Viggo and Sean had pooled their
collective experience from both theater and their
ex-wives to do Orli's face and hair.

Viggo stood back and admired the results.  Orli's skin was now a
pale alabaster; carefully applied eyeliner and 
mascara widened his expressive eyes and emphasized
his dark lashes.  Strategically placed blush highlighted his
perfect cheekbones, and dark, plum-colored lipstick 
made his lips look full and pouty.  A wig of shoulder-length, 
straight black hair framed his face, making it look more 
delicate and feminine.  His fingers were tipped with artificial 
nails that were painted black.

But the transformation didn't stop there.  A black, short, scoop-necked
silk blouse covered the bra that Orli was wearing.  Silicone
inserts filled out his non-existent cleavage, giving him
a natural, rounded look.  A very short miniskirt made out
of slick black vinyl barely covered his ass and hugged it 
like a second skin.  The skirt dipped slightly in the front, 
giving his hips more curvature.

"So, uh, am I done?" Orli said.

"Not yet," Viggo replied.  He pulled a box out of the closet.  
"Sean told me that you wanted to know what I had custom made for you."

"Uh huh," Orli said, almost bouncing in excitement.  He 
abruptly squawked when Viggo pulled out a black leather waist cincher.
"Shit!  Aren't those things damn uncomfortable?  There's like,
3 million jokes in the 'Pirates' script about how Elizabeth's
corset is bloody hell to wear."

Viggo said calmly, "That's because she didn't break it in gradually,
and went straight to closing it too tightly.   This doesn't cinch up 
that
much, just enough to give you a slight waist." 

Orli sighed heavily.  "All right, put it on me, Vig, but I'm 
going to scream bloody murder if I feel it squeezing my guts out."

Sean rolled his eyes.  "Christ, aren't you done whinging yet?" 
Orli was about to give Sean a comeback, but he noticed that 
Viggo was glaring at him.  He sat down meekly instead, carefully
examining the carpet.

Viggo undid the busk* and loosened up the laces.  After positioning
it on Orli, he carefully fastened the clasps and 
gently tugged on the laces, closing the cincher until
Orli's waist was reduced by two inches.

"How's it feel?"

"I'm amazed.  It's actually pretty comfy," Orli said.

"Good," Viggo replied, tying the laces in a bow.  "Now, let
me get your footgear and then I have to get dressed."

"Um, Vig...could you hand me my thong?  I'm assuming
that since you didn't give me any knickers, I was
going to wear that underneath."

Viggo replied, "Nope.  You're going commando tonight."

While Orli was sputtering, Viggo tossed him a pair of
long, black, high-heeled boots.  "Put them on, and let's
see the final result."

Orli grunted as he pulled them on, lifting his legs high
in the air so that he could get his foot seated properly
in the boot.  Viggo and Sean grinned as Orli's skirt rode up, exposing
his crotch.  Once he finished donning them, Orli pulled
the laces on the back of his new footgear closed and
tied them.

He stood up, teetering on the four-inch heels.  Viggo
licked his lips; the tight boots reached up to Orli's
mid-thigh and hugged his legs tightly, making them
appear longer and more elegant, and the black leather 
emphasized the creamy expanse of his satiny thighs.  
The tremendously high heels also made Orli's ass 
look even rounder and firmer, which was 
something Viggo didn't think was possible.

Sean whistled.  Grinning, Orli tried to bend over to show off
his butt but he stumbled a bit.  Instead, he threw 
himself onto the bed and arranged himself in his best imitation 
of a cheesecake pose.  "So, Sean, what do you think?" he 
said, batting his eyelashes.

Sean exhaled a pent-up breath.  "Incredibly sexy.  Even if
you are dressed up like a tart."

Orli flushed, but Viggo interrupted the impending fight with
a suitably nasty looking scowl.  He rubbed the bridge of his
nose and said tiredly, "I have to get dressed now.  
And since I don't feel like listening to the two of you bitch, 
I'm going to change in the other room." He picked a couple 
of clothes out of the closet and grabbed some of Orli's make-up 
on his way out.

"Can't wait to see what you're wearing, Vig," Orli called
out at the retreating figure.  He turned to look at Sean.  
"What about you?"

Sean spread his hands deprecatingly.  "It'll attract too much
attention if I join you.  Besides, the club that Viggo 
is taking you to is not really my cup of tea."

Orli flicked his hair back and said, "You're probably right."
He looked at Sean and turned on his puppy dog eyes.  
"Truce?  I need your help."

"With what?" Sean asked cautiously.

Orlando slid off the bed and stumbled as he tried to stand up.  
"These heels are a bitch to walk in, but if I keep 
cocking up like this, Vig's going to be completely smug all night."

Sean nodded.  "And we can't let that happen."  He paused
and then said, "All right, Orli, truce."

Orli almost fell backward as he tried to navigate around the
bedroom.  "Christ, how in hell do women deal with these things?"
he growled.

"It's just a matter of getting used to it."  Sean held his
arms open.  "Try poncing around the room until you get 
the hang of it, and I'll catch you if you start falling."

Orli's face lit up with a megawatt smile.  "Thanks, Sean.  I
knew I could count on you, even if you are a fucking bastard
sometimes."

"I could say the same about you," Sean replied.  "Now,
try walking over here before Viggo suspects.  I want you to
give him hell while you're at the club."

"I don't think that'll be a problem," Orli said mischievously.
"I'm already forming a plan."

---
end part 2


*this is not a typo.  A "busk" is a fastener for the
front of corsets, consisting of a small metal button that
goes into a wide hook.  Some corsets have a solid front,
but the busk allows the seamstress to split the corset in
front, making it easier to put on.  


Author's Name: Lostiawen
Fic Title: Masquerade (3/3)
Series: Sleeping It Off
Email: changeling@planetx.org
website: http://www.planetx.org/~changeling
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: VM/OB (implied SB/OB)

Genre: RPS
Archive: Mirrormere, CIB, Lirimaer, Aniron, More Than Mates.
All others please ask.

Summary: Orli's revenge.

Feedback: Yes, please.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, none of
this really happened.  The author is not associated
with or is implying anything about the sexual
preferences or the lives of the people depicted within.

Warnings: Exhibitionism, voyeurism, boot worship, cross dressing,
sex in a public place, consensual groping by strangers.

Author's notes: Um, all I can say is that my naughty Orli
muse was a bit frustrated.  Please heed the warnings.

Much love to Elizabeth, who helped me dress Orli and for 
making a comment that started this fic rolling.

Posted Dec. 1, 2003.


*****

"We're here," Viggo said as he pulled his truck into the parking lot.

"'Dark Illusions?'" Orli said, brushing his hair back.  He frowned a 
bit.
"Why does that sound familiar? I vaguely remember that it was
some sort of Goth club, but I don't remember much else."

Viggo said, "You'll see."  

"And you're sure they won't recognize you?"

Viggo replied, "I'm pretty sure.  They're used to seeing Aragorn
as a brunette."  

Orli purred, "Have I told you how fucking sexy you look in eyeliner, 
red
silk, and leather trousers?"  He ran his hand slowly up
Viggo's thigh.  "And I love the spiked hair...I just wish 
you could have kept the stubble."

"Too conspicuous," Viggo said, trying to ignore the feel of
Orli's hand.  His pants were butter soft and were so tight
that they were practically bonded onto his skin.  He felt
the brush of leather against his thickening cock, and
he tried to squelch the sensation down.

"Fancy a quick shag in the front seat?" Orli said huskily,
"Since I have a skirt on, it'll be even easier."

Viggo gritted his teeth.  He regretted teasing Orlando
earlier, but the constant quibbling between
Orli and Sean had irritated him immensely.  He also knew that Orli 
would
never let him get the upper hand, and he was pretty
sure that this was part of some scheme.

He grabbed Orli's hand, stopping its ascent.  "*We* 
are going dancing, remember?"

"This is dancing," Orli said, "Haven't you ever heard of
the horizontal tango?"

Viggo growled, "Good try, elf boy.  Not good enough.  I
know about your tricks."

Predictably, Orli pouted, and his plum-colored lipstick enhanced
the effect.  Viggo chuckled and gave Orli's fake breast a small tweak.
"Come on, let's go.  And remember to keep your legs together
when you're climbing out of the truck."

Orlando blushed.  He had forgotten about the skirt when he
got in earlier, and he had exposed his entire crotch to the 
world as he struggled inside.  "Thank God it was too dark for the
neighbors to see anything," Viggo noted.

"It's not my fault that your bloody vehicle is high off the
ground," Orli said.

Viggo got out and walked around to Orli's side of the truck
and opened the door.  He held out his arms.  "Here, I'll help you 
down."

Orli smiled shyly, lowering his eyelashes and holding out his
hand daintily.  Viggo snickered, and grabbed both of Orli's
wrists.  Orli slid out, wobbling slightly as his high heels
touched the ground.  

Once he was steady he said, "Christ!  Forgot the purse!"

Viggo smirked.  To complete the disguise, he had presented
Orli with a tiny, dainty leather purse before they left the house,
leading to some interesting curses to spill from
Orlando's mouth.  Viggo grinned as he remembered Orli struggling to 
find a
comfortable way to wear it on the way out.

Orli was turning very slowly around, still wavering.  Not
wanting to see him fall over, Viggo helpfully reached behind 
Orli, grabbing the small bag out of the front seat before 
handing it to him.

Orli hugged Viggo as he took it.  "I'd kiss you, but then
I'd get lipstick all over your face."

Viggo said, "Never did like the taste of the stuff, anyway."
He patted Orli's ass.  "Shall we?" he asked, motioning towards the 
club.

Orli nodded, and since he had to mince along, they walked at
a leisurely speed.  However, although Orli was forced to go at
a snail's pace, he had stopped stumbling.  Viggo didn't mind
the extra time Orli was taking: it allowed him to feast his
eyes on his lover's slender legs.  He grinned wolfishly as
he noticed that Orlando also had to stop every few paces 
to pull his skirt down.

"Damn thing rides up if I twitch even a centimeter," Orli huffed.
He glared at Viggo.  "Which is probably why you chose it,
you horny bastard."  Viggo only smirked in response.  

"At least this cincher is cut high enough so that it won't hamper my
dancing," Orli said.

"I made sure that it wouldn't," Viggo replied.  "I know how
much you love to move."

Orli patted his hand.  "Thank you, pet."  They
continued walking in companionable silence.

The front door was only a few yards away when a sudden
thought hit Orli.  He hissed, "Shit!  What if they check our IDs?"

Viggo said quietly, "They won't.  Neither of us looks under 21,
and they're not too stringent about it."

Orli still tensed as they approached, but his fears were unfounded.
The bouncer waved them through without batting an eyelash.

Once they were inside, Orli could hear techno music blaring.
His eyes scanned the crowd and he noticed that everyone
was attired in either Goth or fetish wear.  Several booths
and tables were in the bar area, and the nightclub sported a moderately 
sized dance floor.  A mirrored wall on one side of the dance
area added an illusion of space, and low lights illuminated 
a multitude of swaying bodies.  Orli's face split in a grin 
when he also realized that the clientele was also exclusively male.

"Good choice, old man," he purred into Viggo's ear.  

Viggo tugged on his arm.  "Let's find a place to sit.
Those heels can be hard on your back and I want you
to have a place to rest if it starts aching."

Viggo led Orli over to a booth.  He let Orli slide in first, 
leering as the miniskirt rode up.  As Viggo joined him, Orli 
parted his legs slightly, giving Viggo a peek of his smooth crotch.

Viggo felt his cock stiffening again and his nails
dug into the palms of his hands.  Orli was tempting
him at every turn, but he was determined to win this
game.

He pushed Orli's legs back together and tugged the hem
down.  "You're really determined this time, aren't you?"
he said.  "I can tell you right now that you're not
going to get anywhere.  I'm holding out until we get home,
and that's final."

Orli batted at Viggo's spiked hair.  "You're remarkably cruel, Vig.
Making me suffer..."  Orli suddenly stared out into the writhing
crowd on the dance floor.  "Well, hullo..." he breathed.

Viggo followed Orli's gaze.  At the very edge of the dance area,
a chestnut haired man, wearing a dog collar, black vinyl pants, 
and a black mesh top was embracing a blonde from behind.  The blonde
was wearing tight as sin black pants and a white 
pirate-style shirt.  His pants were unzipped,
and the brunette was pulling out his partner's hard cock.

As Viggo and Orli watched, the brunette began to stroke
it, fingers dancing over the throbbing length,
moving his hand in time to the pulsing music.  The blonde
leaned back, mouth open as the hand on his erection
blurred.  The other man started grinding against his ass,
and the blonde came with a choked groan, spurting hotly
over his partner's fingers.  

Viggo felt as if his pants were strangling him.  Orli
purred, "Still going to hold out?" as his slender
hand reached up to cup Viggo's erection.

Viggo gritted his teeth and summoned up a pastiche
of the most unpleasant things he could think of, blotting
out the feel of Orlando's fingers.  He forced himself out 
of the booth and said, "Come on, let's dance."

Orli blew a raspberry at him.  "Christ, you've got
some willpower there.  Where the hell did you develop it?"  

Viggo remained silent.  Their months apart had
helped him build it up, but he didn't want to give voice to that fact.

Orlando suddenly grinned like a Cheshire Cat.
"But now I remember what it is I heard about this place.
Stuff like what we just saw is pretty common here, but I
thought it was just rumor."

Viggo nodded.  "Yeah.  They usually don't start until about now,
when only the regulars are around, and everyone's pretty good about
keeping their mouths shut.  Management doesn't care as long as it 
doesn't erupt into a full-out orgy."  He started walking
towards the dance floor, gesturing to Orli to join him.

Orli slid clumsily out of the booth, somehow managing to
keep his skirt hiked down.  Viggo said, "You pick a spot out there,
since you have to deal with the heels."

Orli batted his eyelashes and made his way to the dance floor,
taking his time and walking carefully, instead of trotting
out.  Viggo was puzzled until he noticed a familiar 
lightness in Orli's step.

He gritted his teeth.  Orli had somehow figured out how to use his 
movement
training to his advantage.  He glided onto the floor languorously,
exaggerating the sway of his hips; the oil-slick shine of the vinyl 
making 
the catlike movements of his pert ass stand out in bold relief.  
The hem began to ride up as Orli prowled around, and Viggo 
could see the very bottom of the pale cheeks peeking
out temptingly.

Orli looked over his shoulder at that moment, eyes dark and
beckoning; lush, plum-stained lips slightly parted.  Viggo found 
himself
getting drawn closer, until his hot breath was stirring against
Orli's neck.  

Orlando lowered his eyelashes coquettishly and began to sinuously
move his hips to the music, letting the throbbing beat take over
and control his body.  A small voice in the back of Viggo's 
head reminded him that Orlando was twisting him around his finger 
again.  Orlando knew exactly what effect his dancing and his
elven walk had on Viggo, and he was exploiting it.

Viggo put some distance between them, moving around until he was
facing Orlando.  He smirked when Orli pouted again.

"Give up!" Viggo taunted.  "You're *not* going to get the
better of me this time."

Instead of pouting further, Orli beamed instead.  This
actually worried Viggo more; Orli only did that when a
flash of inspiration hit him.

While he was wondering what Orli had in mind, his lover blew
him a kiss and disappeared into the crowd.  Viggo followed
his path, stopping when he saw that Orli was now dancing
with two men: the two they had seen earlier.  
Now that he was closer, Viggo was able to actually make
out more of their features.

The brunette was tall and solidly muscled.  His wavy, thick hair
cascaded over his shoulder and partially down his back.
His face, however, was boyish in contrast, with wide, blue
eyes and an eager grin.

The blonde matched him for height, but was leaner.  He was
somewhat androgynous looking, somewhat delicately boned 
and full lipped, with straight, fine hair.

The three of them formed a small triangle, and Orli 
was gyrating sensuously, his body twisting like a snake's.
His new dance partners responded, their bodies enticing
Orli to come closer.  Through their tight as sin pants,
Viggo could see that both men were incredibly aroused.

Hips twitching in time to the music, Orli danced
between them.  He put both of his hands on
his neck, lifting his hair up off his shoulders
as he swirled his hips in a figure eight motion,
turning his head to the side to look at the 
brunette steamily.

The blonde danced closer and wrapped his hands around Orli's waist
cincher from behind, fingers caressing over the
leather.  Orli began leaning backward, letting
his long black hair spill over the white shirt,
his hooded eyes inviting more contact.
Needing no further prompting, the blonde 
leaned in and began to nuzzle the pale column of Orli's 
neck.  Orli's dark lips parted, and he let out a breathy cry 
that was drowned by the music.

The brunette closed the distance and tried to
grab Orli's ass.  Orli batted his hands away,
placing them on his thighs instead.  Understanding
Orli's silent request, the brunette began to
run his hands up the leather encasing Orli's
legs and over the baby smooth flesh,
caressing the insides of Orli's thighs as he
traveled to within inches of the miniskirt's hem.

Orli squirmed and cried out again, and Viggo saw Orli's erection 
clearly
outlined against the tight confines of the skirt,
leaving nothing to the imagination.  He was
diamond hard, and Viggo wasn't far behind.

Viggo was frozen in place, unable to move, cock throbbing
against his pants as he watched Orli undulate 
between the two men.  Each hitch of Orli's breath,
each swallowed cry found an echo in his own body.

The brunette leaned forward, still caressing
Orli's thighs as he joined his partner in
attacking the slim neck.  Orli writhed
between them, arching up as they nibbled
and licked the tender skin, reaching
behind him to tangle his hands in the blonde's silky locks.

A strobe light suddenly came on, capturing frozen
images of the erotic tableau: Orli twisting his head
around, his tongue snaking out to lap at the
blonde's full lips; the brunette on his knees, stroking 
Orli's leather-clad calf; the blonde cupping Orli's fake 
breasts and pressing their hot bodies together; the brunette 
draping both of Orli's legs over his shoulder, suspending him 
off the ground.  He ran his nails over the inside of a
pale thigh while his partner licked the whorl of Orli's ear.

As Orli thrashed around, he unconsciously spread his
legs, causing his skirt to creep up a little further,
exposing the tip of his erection.  Viggo could see
a steady stream of moisture oozing out of the slit.

Viggo's knees went weak, and his pants felt like a 
torture device.  He was burning for Orlando,
and he looked in his lover's direction, trying to
catch his gaze.

Orli's eyes opened at that moment, black and brimming
over with decadent promise.  A light sheen of sweat was
covering his body, and his cheeks were flushed.  He
fixed his sultry gaze on Viggo, and his pink
tongue snaked out, lasciviously running over his 
dusky lips.

Viggo swallowed convulsively, overwhelmed by the
sheer wickedness and dark allure radiating from
every fiber of Orlando's being.  He froze, feeling
like a deer caught in the headlights.

Noticing that he had finally captured Viggo's complete attention, 
Orli leaned closer to the blonde, and whispered something in his ear.
The blonde kissed Orli lightly, nodding to his partner
and gesturing in Viggo's direction.  The brunette gently
set Orli onto his feet, and then stood up so that their faces
were level.  

He cupped Orli's face with his left hand, and the blonde
mirrored his action with his right.  They both leaned
in tandem, kissing Orli passionately at the same time.

Viggo moaned as the three tongues darted in and out,
teasing and sliding wetly with each other.  Orli 
then detached himself, and prowled up to Viggo,
every movement brimming over with unfulfilled lust.

He wrapped his arms around Viggo's neck, and ground
their crotches together.  Viggo's breath hitched, and
Orli's tongue flickered against his ear.  "I saved
the best part for you, Vig.  That was a nice warm up, 
but you know what I really want," he purred, guiding
Viggo's hand to rest on his ass.

Viggo cupped the firm cheeks, and Orli tugged on
his hand again, pushing it under the skirt.
He suddenly realized the significance of the silent
request.  "Here???" Viggo hissed.  "Are you nuts?"

Orli said huskily, "You said it yourself, as long as
there isn't a full-on orgy, no one cares what we
do."  He rubbed against Viggo again.  "You know
you want to," he said, his voice dripping with sin.

Every cell in Viggo's body was screaming for release,
and his iron willpower finally crumbled.  "Where?"
he asked weakly.

Orli tugged on Viggo's hands, drawing him towards the
mirrored wall.  He found a space for the two of them,
and he pushed Viggo back slightly, putting some distance 
between their bodies.  He then to gyrate to the music, 
rotating his buttocks sweetly while his slim hands caressed 
the vinyl encasing his round cheeks.

Viggo pressed closer, but Orli stopped him.  "Oh no...
I'm not done punishing you yet for holding out on me."
Reaching into his purse, he produced a small bottle
of lube.

Orli coated his fingers while still dancing to the music.
He then positioned himself so that his back was facing the
mirror.  Smiling devilishly at Viggo, he hiked up his skirt,
and then he reached behind him, teasing the cleft of his ass.

Viggo inhaled sharply.  He was at the perfect angle to
see Orli's slick fingers glistening against his entrance.
His breathing became ragged as Orli drove his fingers
inside; his loud mewl of pleasure barely reaching Viggo's
ears above the music.

Orli's eyelashes fluttered as he pleasured himself, caressing
his sweet spot.  Viggo felt as if he were going to explode 
as he watched the pink flesh stretch around the slender digits.

Want.  Need.  All of his coherent thoughts dissolved, and
those two words were the only ones that lingered in his lust
soaked brain.  He ignored the press of bodies near him
on the crowded dance floor, his entire focus centered
on the wanton display in front of him.

"Please," he whispered, looking at Orli vulnerably.

Orli pushed Viggo down to his knees.  He leaned close and
hissed, "You have to make it up to me, old man."
Orli continued pressing on Viggo's shoulders, forcing him
to sit on his haunches.  Locking gazes with him, Orlando deliberately 
placed a spike-heeled foot lightly on his thigh.

Needing no further prompting, Viggo gently cradled Orli's foot 
in his hands as if it was something incredibly precious.  
He reverently licked the inside of the ankle, lowering his
eyes submissively.  In response, he heard a small choked cry 
above him.  Flicking his eyes at the mirror, he saw Orli shivering,
still pumping his fingers within him while he leaned back
against the glass surface for support.

Encouraged, he continued to run his tongue up the leather-clad
flesh, working his way up lovingly, tasting the bitter tang of the
material and inhaling the aroma of new leather.  When he reached the 
area
where the top of the boot ended, he sucked gently on the
satiny flesh, caressing it with his tongue.  

He heard a loud whimper from Orli, and Viggo held his breath
as Orli slowly lifted a slim leg and hooked it around his neck, 
exposing the bare crotch completely to his hungry gaze.

Viggo licked his dry lips and pushed Orli's skirt up, watching
the proud erection spring free.  He leaned forward and took
one of the hairless sacs in his mouth, tenderly rolling
his tongue over it.

Orli gasped and began to pump his fingers faster.  Viggo
stilled them, and pushed his tongue inside the tiny pucker,
sliding his tongue alongside the long digits.  Orli
groaned loudly, pushing his ass down, urging Viggo on.
Eagerly, Viggo thrust his tongue in and out, tasting Orli's fingers,
which only fluttered slightly within the tight passage as he
passed slickly over them.  

"Oh God...yes..." Orli moaned, thrashing against Viggo
and panting heavily.  His cries grew louder as Viggo 
drove in deeper, making him twist like a wildcat.  
Body quaking, Orli eventually pulled
his leg off of Viggo's shoulder and put the sole
of his boot against Viggo's chest, gently pushing his
lover back.

He withdrew his fingers and tossed the lube to Viggo before he turned 
around
to face the mirror.   He bent over at the hips,
and spread his legs wide, placing his palms against the
glass to brace himself.  Looking over his shoulder,
he mouthed, "Fuck me."

Viggo almost exploded at the sight.  He wasted no
time in pulling out his cock and applying lube to it.
He grabbed Orli's hips and then drove into him with one hard
thrust.  

"Christ!" Orli screamed, writhing against him and
squeezing Viggo with his internal muscles.

Viggo gasped.  The hairless skin allowed him to sink
even deeper inside of Orli's firm body.  Everything was volcanic heat 
and sinful tightness around him, burning the last of his humanity away 
until
only primal lust dominated.  He pounded into Orli
fiercely, grunting ferally as he watched them both
in the mirror.

"Yes...oh God, faster!  Harder!" Orlando mewled, stoking
Viggo's frenzy and pushing back to meet his thrusts.

The long teasing left Viggo close to the edge, and
he knew that he wouldn't last.  He reached
around and grabbed Orli's dripping shaft, pumping it in time
to his fierce slams.

Orli wailed, "Christ...oh God...FUCK!" before his cock jerked
in Viggo's hands, spurting pearly strands onto the glass.  
The sight was too much for Viggo; he slammed into Orli
one last time and climaxed hard, chanting a litany of curses.

He slumped against Orli, sweat dripping from his brow.
Using the mirror to look around, he saw some appreciative
glances in his direction, but no other reactions.

"Oh shit!" he heard beneath him.  Still dazed, he saw Orli 
digging frantically in his purse.

"What is it?" he said, before he almost dissolved in laughter.
Orli was fumbling about, desperately trying to wipe up the mess he 
made.

"Fuck!  There's still streaks on the mirror!" Orli said,
distressed.  "We need to clean up and scarper."

Viggo started chuckling, but Orli looked at him pleadingly.
Shaking his head, he pulled out quickly, grabbing a tissue
from Orli's hand to clean the two of them off.  He quickly
tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up his fly.

Orli quickly pulled his skirt down and dashed for the back
exit, dragging Viggo with him.  Once they were outside,
Orli said, "Christ, I'll never be able to show my face there
again."  

Viggo laughed heartily, ignoring Orli's glares.  He knew
that the management had dealt with much worse.  

"This is serious, Vig!  I left streaks of come all over the mirror!
I've never been so embarrassed in my entire life," Orli
complained, turning crimson.

"So I guess fucking in public doesn't count," Viggo said
dryly.

"It's not the same!" Orli exclaimed.  "Christ, can we go
home?  I'm afraid that they'll raise a row over the stain."  
He grimaced.  "Besides, this wig is starting to bloody itch."

"All right, elf boy," Viggo said.  "But don't take it off 
until I say so."

"And why's that?" Orli asked suspiciously.

"Because I want to take some pictures of you to keep
me warm while you're away," Viggo purred.

"Only if you take me shopping tomorrow," Orli said, turning
on the puppy dog eyes.

"Okay.  Seems a small price to pay."

As they walked towards the truck, Viggo noted, "Where
did you get the tissues and lube?  I don't remember packing it."

Orli grinned.  "Sean told me about the purse, so I
had him sneak some supplies in while you were making
a last visit to the loo."

Viggo shook his head.  "I'm glad that things are back to normal,
but the two of you are going to kill me."

"Yup," Orli said happily.

***

"You should have told me that this was the kind of shopping
you had in mind," Viggo said as he watched Orli pick up
a dildo and examine it.

"Come on, Vig, tell me if you think this accurately represents
the size of your cock."  Orli held up the toy at the
level of Viggo's crotch, eyeing it carefully.

Sighing, Viggo pointed to another dildo.  "That one is
a bit more accurate."

Orli poked the tip of his tongue out between his lips.  "Hmm,
and it's got a suction cup on the end.  Do you see one
in blue?"

Viggo sighed.  "Why blue?  This is a perfectly fine color."

"It reminds me of your eyes," Orli said shyly.  "Oh, and see
if you can find some flavored lube?"

"Any particular type?"

"Pina colada," Orli said with a grin.

While Viggo was hunting around, he saw Orli pick out another
dildo.  "Two?" he asked.

Orli said quietly, "To keep me company until a certain
someone changes his mind."

Viggo embraced him and kissed him gently.  "He will, Orli,
just give him time."

Orli snorted, "He'd better, or I'll do a jig on him with those heels."

Viggo laughed.  "Have I ever told you that I love how silly you are?"

Orli kissed Viggo lightly.  "Mmm, not lately."

"I love you, elf boy."

"Love you, filthy human."

Viggo said softly, "I'm going to miss you."

Orli grinned.  "Let me pay for this stuff and let's see if I
can leave you with some more pleasant memories before I go."

"Deal."

THE END